Forever and always (sequel to Being Mrs. Bieber)

Chapter 34: Let go

Mia's POV:

Two weeks.

Two long, stressful weeks of tears and pain.

It has been two whole weeks that Justin has been in a coma.

It's been hell.

Everyone is talking about pulling the plug and I can't do that.

I won't.

Justin never gave up on me, until the last second. But, I know it's because everyone brainwashed him.

If he wasn't brainwashed, he'd still be right by my side.

I don't hate Pattie. I do have anger towards her, but I don't hate her.

Pattie enters the room, looking at Justin.

She sighs and frowns, walking towards me.

She looks down at my hand intertwined with Justin's as he lays there, still.

I feel her rest her hand on my shoulder and I continue to stare at Justin.

"Mia, it's okay to let go."

I sigh at her millionth attempt to get me to pull the plug.

"Pattie, this is your son. You did so much for him. You want to see that thrown away?"

She cracks a smile at me.

"Mia, I understand. I love Justin, he's my son. But, I can't stand to keep him stuck in there, not being able to move or respond."

"Pattie...," I breathe out.

"Mia, this hurts me as much as it hurts you. But, just think about it. We don't know if he'll ever wake up."

I shake my head and ignore him, continuing to stare at Justin.

My poor Justin. So still and stuck inside his body.

"Mia, remember. It's okay to let go," she reminds me.

"Let go?," I repeat.

" Flashback *

"Dad?"

"There she is," he says. 

He walks toward me stumbling, looking like he's gonnna pass out any minute now.

"Dad, why are you here?"

"C'mon. Me and you are gonna go somewhere."

I step back and Justin runs to me and grabs Makenzie. He leans toward me quickly.

"Call me if you need me."

I give him a quick nod, not breaking eye contact with my dad.

"Dad, you need to sleep this off," I tell him, very concerned.

"Mia, I'm- I'm fine."

He looks like he's about to vomit, too.

I walk over to him and gently grab his arm, trying to lead him to the couch.

"C'mon Dad. You need to sl-"

I feel him snatch his arm back.

"Didn't I say I'm fine?!"

"Dad, you're drunk. Sleep is what you need."

"You don't know what I need!"

I feel myself get angry, but I decide to keep my cool.